Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 151

Scarlette watched as Quinn put on a melodramatic show, then glanced at the cool-as-a-cucumber Clara beside her. She couldn't resist whispering, "Are you the devil or what?" How she came up such a wicked plan was beyond her wildest thoughts. She and Clara both thought the same. They were absolutely each other's kind of ally.

Quinn, clutching a knife, had now sidled up to Colton. Seeing the tears on her face, Colton felt like every bit of this was worth it. He even closed his eyes in resignation. "Quinn, I know you're being forced into this. I won't yell out in pain. I know you're hurting inside too."

Quinn's lips quivered, her eyes red from crying. "Colton, I'm so sorry."

"You've got nothing to apologize for; I'm doing this willingly! Don't cry! It kills me to see you in tears!"

A determined glint flashed in Quinn's eyes as she plunged the knife forward, but she avoided any vital spots. Colton let out a muffled grunt, holding back his cries of pain. He didn't want to lose face in front of Quinn. If he could just get through this night, it'd be the ultimate test of life and death for both him and Quinn. Maybe then Quinn would ditch Simon and choose him. Just the thought of it chased away the pain, leaving him feeling oddly happy.

With tears streaming down her face, Quinn pulled the knife back and looked at Clara. "Is this enough for you devils?"

Clara pulled a bottle of water from behind her, a mischievous grin spreading as she lowered her voice. "This is just the beginning. This bottle's got poison in it— deadly stuff. Only one of you is walking out of here tonight."

Quinn's face went ghostly white as she struggled desperately. "No, please, I'm begging

together, acting all high and mighty, but now, realizing her life was really on the line, all her bravado vanished, leaving

tone menacing. "Ms. Quinn, this's what you deserved for

twisted open the cap, poised to force the water down Quinn's throat. Fear filled Quinn's eyes as she screamed frantically. "I don't want to

questioning his own ears. Clara's movements stopped too. Quinn realized her words had an impact and her tone turned desperate. "Let Colton drink it. Didn't he say he'd

Quinn go. Quinn, as limp as a noodle, lay sprawled on the floor like a jellyfish. Clara crouched slightly, placing the bottle in front of

a beeline for Colton without a second's hesitation. "He'll drink! Of

he thought he knew. The Quinn he

stayed silent until Quinn unscrewed the cap and clamped his mouth shut. Finally, a hint of panic crept into

want to die here. But the show had to go on. "Colton, I'm sorry, but I

want

nearing again. Fear caused her to

minute, he had gulped down the entire bottle of water. He bent over, trying to vomit it out, only to hear the sound of Quinn dropping the bottle to the floor, feeling a sudden relief. "Can